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Clare Ite Member Posts 66 Where The Pallet Pins Play |
Beech trees whisper with their summer breath inviting me to dance So I kicked off my cheap high-heel shoes sinking my toes into the grass I always have time for you... |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Clare Ite, Your last line sums it up perfectly. Nothing speaks of summer like green grass beneath bare feet! ~L |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
a very close poem from nature and freedom, just a moment and it is fine lovely yann |
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